In which I am a bit of a cock
One of the nice things about riding a motorcycle is that you can, when traffic is stopped, fit your bike in between cars, and between cars and sidewalks when necessary.
But one of the downsides of that is when you get some cager who has no idea how big his car is, and where it is in relation to the road. They often end up far to one side or the other, and they get in your way.
This morning, there was one such person who was sitting way over to the right hand side of his lane, and I was venturing to pass him on the right, between him and the sidewalk. All of the rest of the cars were in the center of the lane, so it was smooth sailing, until I got to this one guy.
I figured I’d give him a bit of a startle, and maybe make him pay more attention to where he was in his lane, by bumping my mirror against his before maneouvering my bike around it. He was stopped and I was travelling very slowly, so it wasn’t like I was endangering anyone’s life by this—just making a bit of a point.
But his car’s mirror was set up better than my wildest dreams. Instead of just simply making annoying knocking noises to startle the driver, apparently the people who had made the car had anticipated this very circumstance. The mirror simply bent forward as I went past the car—and then when I’d passed, it snapped back with an incredibly-satisfying BBBBBBDDDDOINGNGNGNGNGGGGG noise.
I have no regrets about what I did. None whatsoever.